The Headless Waltz

[Wretched 2075]

Yet another storm rages down upon Arethor, the crowds flee for cover as the lightning flashes down like rain around them. The winds blast down the street, shop signs creak back and forth while leaves are torn from their bushes. Odd noises begin to erupt from down the street outside the gatehouse, sounds of sickly laughter are carried down into the city amongst the roaring of the wind.

As the storm slows and the wind begins to cease, the sounds are suddenly much clearer. The laughter grows ever stronger... followed by the odd shriek of fear. Soon the figure emerges from the thick layer of rain, with something large held within his grip. The figure appears to be carrying a headless body in the Waltz position, twisting back and forth as he nears the main gate.

Blood sprays over the streets from the fountain of gore that launches out of the man's neck, covering the person whom dances with him but not halting his progress. Upon closer inspection, those at the scene at the time would notice that the killer appears to be wearing a pumpkin atop his head, dressed in a fine black silk jacket that covers most of his body and down the back of his legs.

The killer screams with sickly delight as he nears the gatehouse, dragging the corpse along with him as his merry dance continues. A man runs up to the killer, throwing a wild punch towards his head, but the killer twists the body round to absorb the blow before launching it forwards towards the attacker. The man stumbles as he his hit by the headless corpse, allowing the killer to prance happily away back the way he came, twirling his body round every few steps as he slides through the pools of thick creamy blood.

[[This has already happened. Do not react to the killer as he is no longer there, however I encourage people to RP the headless corpse as well as the pools of blood, perhaps even communicate to each other about the scene. Enjoy~]]

[Amorphbutt 199]

*yawns* It sounds so boring, silly humans and their murderers. I feel no sympathy for the man that was decapitated, or the human that got hit by the body. But good on you for killing the man, and making the other one go into shock. I applaud your murdering.

[Wretched 2075]

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[Watyll 1104]

((Ah...I miss rp with knox.))

[Amorphbutt 199]

[You should put pumpkin heads on every single person you kill, it would be symbolic in a way.]

[rukio 8924]

((The corpse was buried already, so I'm debating on whether roleplaying like it is buried or before it is buried. D: *helped bury it* actually, theres a grave and everything. xD Forgive me, it has been a while since I have done a human roleplay on a forum.))

Edit: Wither stands upstairs in the inn, (I'm fairly sure this is what it is. *shame*) staring at the blood spot on the ground. Seeing that no one else is around she frowns and says to herself "Knox said he did something bad...which means he deserves this." Satisfied with her answer she nods and makes her way downstairs. She glances around, looking to see if Knox is still around or if he has already left. Seeing no one, Wither shrugs and walks out into the rain, looking around and listening for anyone who is talking about the death or of Knox. Seeing and hearing no one from where she stands she hesitantly begins to walk around, curious as to what people are saying of what happened.

[Wretched 2075]

Another body is now found in the streets outside Arethor, it's lifeless eyes gazing up into the stars with a long, fine needle rammed straight through his neck. The body's upper body is covered in his own blood and a small bloodtrail on the ground clearly shows the body has been moved.

Knox's eyes glare down towards the street from the rooftop of a building not far from the scene, his boney gloved hands wrapped tightly behind his back as he rocks gently back and forth on the balls of his feet. After a few moments of admiring his work, he gracefully lowers himself down from the roof before prancing off into the night yet again.

[rukio 8924]

Wither looks at the body, a look of slight fear covers the very faint trace of a smile on her face. She looks around for a few moments as if searching for someone. Not seeing the person she searched for, she looks back and the body and stares at the neck. Sighing, she shakes her head and walks away, following the blood trail for a few moments before stopping and skipping down a different path, humming.

[Gemmylou 484]

Whilst walking with one of her guards, Isabella Elendil catches sight of a strange man wearing a pumpkin. She can't place why, but is frozen with fear as she stares into the hollows of his eyes. Isabella becomes rigid, unable to move. The world around her seems to cloud, as if underwater and the only people left are herself and the strange pumpkin man. She makes a large gulp and begins to quicken her breath.

Isabella watches as the Man fumbles and pulls out a rose, dropping it to the floor. Having had enough her guard picks her up and carries her away. She watches him over her guards shoulder and gives a small wave goodbye; thinking the flower gesture, as strange as it was, was a kind one.

That night, she had several nightmares about the man with the pumpkin.

[FORƎST 1312]

Early in the morning, Davey walks through the empty streets of Arethor, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He yawns and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. The sailor glances up at the slightly drizzling sky, last night's storm had decided to pick up just as he had hoped to get some sleep.

His mind on other things, he hadn't noticed the dark, sticky pool until he'd stepped in it.

Davey glares down at the road. Why is it that this city tries to ruin your boots at every passing corner? He draws his boot up with a pop, and lifts his foot up to examine the substance.

"Hrm"

With a furrowed brow, he drops his foot to rub the sole against the uneven the stone path. No luck, he realizes when he examines his boot again. Frustrated and tired, Davey trots off to the castle to see if the carpet will help him get this stuff off.

[Wretched 2075]

Knox returns yet again to simply throw the head of the first victim over the city walls and into an alley behind the variety of buildings that make up the market area. Both ears have been torn from it's head, it's eyes are missing and the mangled excuse for it's flesh is peppered in teeth marks where something or somebody has clearly made a messy attempt at consuming small sections of the skin.

Knox sprints away once more, confident that he's managed to scare the residents enough now. And so his shrieking laughter slowly starts to decrease in tone as he vanishes into the night.

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.